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May 2016
feeling the pull
holding ankles
i can't fight back
hobbled i fall forward 
it drags me under
cold waters
clawing at the ocean floor
i lift my head
**** in air
to struggle free
my feet on earth
again
I am me

later
i feel
magnatised 
feel
the powerful force
it draws me near
it's compelling
persuasive
leads me like I lead a horse
raising my force
high
twisting turning  
out of its grasp

Daily i am pulled
dragged
out of my flow  
my habitat
my own
true nature
withering
in this daily battle

One day i will be
too weak
to
fight
and
it won't want me
anymore

I will be free
Fiona Runs
Written by
Fiona Runs  Palm Beach
(Palm Beach)   
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   --- and cgembry
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